It’s hard to find the laughter
That lurks among the tears
While trying to make sense of
My journey through the years.
Here at the end of Proverbs,
She sits and waits for me~
An obvious reminder
Of all I cannot be.
Oh virtuous, excellent woman
Your grandiose measuring scale
I’ve tried to level up to.
Instead, I’ve come to fail.
Many others wiser
Have revealed the mystery of you.
They say you are all about seasons~
Not a to do.
So rather than try to figure it out,
I’ll be open
To what I find.
I’ll learn to speak words of wisdom,
to be loving.
to be kind.
I’ll search for and put on the clothing
Of strength and dignity
So I can laugh at what’s to come
The future that will be.
~finishing Proverbs with gratefulness that I’m not identified by my charm or beauty~
~Thank you for joining me on this journey.~
Three and yet four
Always one thing more
Small, and yet wise
Stately while walking
Give and give
It’s never enough
Such is life
It’s made of this stuff.
~curious? Proverbs 30 explains~
Broken but not beyond healing
Though sometimes in the shatter
It’s hard to keep singing
In the spirit’s struggle, the mouth often joins
To pour out hasty unkind words
At the wrong time
In the wrong place.
Oh for the wisdom to quietly hold back
To process in a place of safety
Trusting fully in the Lord for justice.
~broken reflections on Proverbs 29~
Facing each day boldly
Walking in integrity
These things I desire.
Please grant them, Lord, to me.
~desires from Proverbs 28~
I won’t boast about tomorrow.
I’m not even sure of today,
But I’m tempted to want to figure it out;
To make all the hard stuff go away.
It’s the friends that enter in with me
Who remind me that they are near
Who faithfully sharpen and faithfully stay
Who help when the path’s not that clear.
My heart is often reflecting
What’s going on in my life,
And the things that come out
And the things that I see
Aren’t pretty but laden with strife.
So I’m walking and working and trying
to stay on the path and believe
That attention and knowing and trusting
Will bring provision
and offer reprieve.
~reflecting on Proverbs 27~
This is a haiku,
But it’s not about nature.
It’s all about fools.
So much to take in
About fools and their folly,
I’m ready to sleep.
Is there a difference
Between sluggard and weary?
I certainly hope.
In the land of the foolish.
I am not joking.
Go read for yourself.
Spend time in this chapter~
We all show up here.
In one form or another,
We’ve been there before.
In building our house, it’s wisdom we need.
These things make us strong.
These go a long way.
They lead us and guide us with hope on the path.
It’s okay to struggle when pressures arise,
To fall and to rise up again and again.
But we won’t give up.
We will hold on to strength.
We will rise and keep trying.
Our future is bright.
~a reminder from Proverbs 24~
I want to believe in a future,
in a hope that will not be cut off.
On good days and clear days, it’s easy,
In difficult seasons, it’s tough.
Envy is stirred in a heartbeat.
Discontent enters my mind.
Comparison taps on my shoulder.
Words flow out that are unkind.
I run to escape what reminds me
of all in my life that’s not fine.
I run to escape what I long to forget;
I reach for a bottle of wine.
But wisdom offers direction;
reminds me of things I’ve been told:
To hear the words of my father.
To love Mother when she is old.
So I’m holding on to wisdom.
I’m trusting a bigger plan.
When lies start to whisper, You can’t go on,
the truth reminds me I can.
~truth’s reminder from Proverbs 23~
I try to train my children,
to help them find their way,
but working in the tranches
has left me dry today.
The constant stream of scoffing,
of quarreling, and strife,
has caused me to feel battered
and questioning my life.
I wasn’t very prudent
and didn’t look ahead
to hide myself from danger,
I stumbled on, instead.
And now my heart feels heavy,
it’s tired and it’s torn.
I struggle to believe the truth
that it can be reborn.
~weary thoughts on Proverbs 22 at the end of a long day~
Weigh my heart, Lord.
Look and see what I love
~what drives me on.
The quarreling, fretting about the future,
all that I cannot control, yet you know
~help me cast it on you.
If the king’s heart is a stream of water in your hand,
why should not mine be?
~move it in the direction you want me to go.
Keep me humbly focused on you as I ready my horse.
~the victory is yours.
~a prayer inspired by Proverbs 21~